Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Edwin Hubbell
Chapin
1814
1880

American Unitarian Clergy

Author Quotes

It is difficult to believe that a true gentleman will ever become a gamester, a libertine, or a sot.

Profaneness is a brutal vice. - He who indulges in it is no gentleman. - I care not what his stamp may be in society, or what clothes he wears, or what culture he boasts. - Despite all his refinement, the light and habitual taking of God's name in vain, betrays a coarse and brutal will.

There never was a man all intellect; but just in proportion as men become so they become like lofty mountains, all ice and snow the higher they rise above the warm heart of the earth.

It is exceedingly deleterious to withdraw the sanction of religion from amusement. If we feel that it is all injurious we should strip the earth of its flowers and blot out its pleasant sunshine.

Public feeling now is apt to side with the persecuted, and our modern martyr is full as likely to be smothered with roses as with coals.

Those old ages are like the landscape that shows best in the purple distance, all verdant and smooth, and bathed in mellow light.

It is the penalty of fame that a man must ever keep rising. - "Get a reputation, and then go to bed," is the absurdest of all maxims. - "Keep up a reputation or go to bed," would be nearer the truth.

The angels may have wider spheres of action and nobler forms of duty than ourselves, but truth and right to them and to us are one and the same thing.

Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link into the great chain of order.

A great many men — some comparatively small men now — if put in the right position, would be Luthers and Columbuses.

It is the veiled angel of sorrow who plucks away one thing and another that bound us here in ease and security, and, in the vanishing of these dear objects, indicates the true home of our affections and our peace.

The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.

Tribulation will not hurt you, unless as it too often does; it hardens you and makes you sour, narrow and skeptical.

A patient, humble temper gathers blessings that are marred by the peevish, and overlooked by the aspiring.

Let us not fear that the issues of natural science shall be scepticism or anarchy. - Through all God's works there runs a beautiful harmony. - The remotest truth in his universe is linked to that which lies nearest the throne.

The brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried, and smelted, and polished, and glorified through the furnace of tribulation.

Under the shadow of earthly disappointment, all unconscious to ourselves, our Divine Redeemer is walking by our side.

A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.

Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars, - not so sparkling and vivid as many, but dispensing a calm radiance that hallows the whole. It is the bow that rests upon the bosom of the cloud when the storm is past. It is the light that hovers above the judgment seat.

The city is an epitome of the social world. - All the belts of civilization intersect along its avenues. - It contains the products of every moral zone and is cosmopolitan, not only in a national, but in a moral and spiritual sense.

We live too much in platoons; we march by sections; we do not live in our individuality enough; we are slaves to fashion in mind and heart, if not to our passions and appetites.

All evil, in fact the very existence of evil, is inexplicable till we refer to the fatherhood of God. - It hangs a huge blot in the universe till the orb of divine love rises behind it. - In that we detect its meaning. - It appears to us but a finite shadow, as it passes across the disk of infinite light.

Modest expression is a beautiful setting to the diamond of talent and genius.

The conservative may clamor against reform, but he might as well clamor against the centrifugal force. - He sighs for "the good old times." - He might as well wish the oak back into the acorn.

When private virtue is hazarded on the perilous cast of expediency, the pillars of the republic, however apparent their stability, are infected with decay at the very centre.

Author Picture
First Name
Edwin Hubbell
Last Name
Chapin
Birth Date
1814
Death Date
1880
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American Unitarian Clergy